There's not much you do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit I get it from all angles, even Doc Drezy'll Have to in every once in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say Sometimes I what other people just may think A lot of probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit I to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck category you place me Long as when I'm up daisies and gone As long as you me amongst one of them greats I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
For every die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God me And I'm thankful for the environment that he me it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
In a daily that jumped and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You gonna make or break me
Tryin' to strip me of my or make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a awakening 'Cause sooner or you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've savin'
To say to me, you had all this time to think it Now don't out and try to wimp out, face me I've been patiently waitin' for the day That we finally meet, in the same to see
No matter how many I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's never
My untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it worse when I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong and get your whole face split The smell of victory love it so much I can it
I spot my target, blaze it, hit, graze it Your peace talk, it, your shit sounds, dated over-rated, I'm obli-gated To study moves then crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst then God's is a curse trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, shit, so quick you miss shit To be I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you gotta sniff it it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it It get you high over and over but you cop it When it's hot hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No how many battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how many I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's enough